Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 303 Slaughter

A cold wind blew by, and the wind, mixed with ice and snow, hit Thea's face, and she suddenly felt a chill.

To be fair, was Harry wrong?

No, he only wanted to fulfill his teacher's "last wish" and save the wizarding world.

Was Dumbledore wrong?

No, he simply acted as a protector of the wizarding world, willing to give up everything to move forward.

So... who is at fault?

A greedy pure-blooded nobleman?

Voldemort, a brain-dead monster with immense strength?

And...her?

Indeed, she is guilty.

Her birth was an original sin.

Thinking of this, a smile slowly crept onto Thea's lips.

"Get out of here, Potter."

In the biting cold wind, Thea heard her own voice, cold and ruthless, the perfect villain's speech.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside the unknown room, the clock ticked away, working diligently and meticulously.

Meanwhile, on a street less than 100 meters away, a fierce battle was continuing.

The killing came suddenly and unexpectedly, yet it also had a certain natural ease.

It's as natural as winter snow eventually melting and the sun eventually rising.

"go to hell!"

"You're a menace!"

"A beast in human skin!"

"A madman shouldn't be left in this world!"

Faced with the resentment and hatred uttered by a cornered beast, Thea was reminded of the very first sound she heard when she first arrived in this world.

—It was also an insult, filled with boundless malice, blatantly exposing the darkness of this world to her.

But there is one difference: she is no longer that helpless child in the orphanage; she is a madwoman and a demon.

Why do you all resent me so much?

Despite being attacked by several spells from tricky angles, Thea appeared disheveled but actually faced the challenge head-on with a strong attitude. She even had the composure to ask questions back.

"Not a single Galleon of the looted wealth ended up in my hands."

"I dare not keep those profound and ancient classics to myself."

"At most, I've just humiliated you a few times and given you a few more pieces of leverage."

Why are you all so eager to attack and kill me?

"They even... took action?"

In the end, Thea really tried to control her gaze so as not to look at someone as if they were an idiot.

Despite this, the person on the other side became even more agitated.

Perhaps he had foreseen that the assassination attempt would be futile, a futile effort, so he no longer wanted to maintain that facade of benevolence.

"You fart!!!"

Thea frowned at the man's hoarse roar and vulgar language.

She simply couldn't accept such impolite language.

In response, Thea's movements became even more aggressive.

Perhaps it was an unleashed burst of inner strength, but the other side actually withstood Thea's pressure.

"You're a heartless monster!"

"We've helped you so much, and we don't even ask for your gratitude, but what do you do? You turn around and point a knife at us!"

"Blake!"

"You'll go to hell!!"

"I swear!!!"

The man's final roar before his death was the last thing he said in the world.

The saying that a dying person's words are good doesn't seem to apply universally.

After dealing with everyone else, this thought slowly came to Thea's mind.

She stood quietly in the snow stained with blood, but anyone could see her exhaustion.

"Professor, are you satisfied with my performance?"

Thea's words had been out for a long time, but the mirror in her arms remained silent.

"Ah!"

Thea let out a sneer, then threw the mirror away without hesitation.

Keeping useless things will only give others leverage against you.

"Theodore, is my current situation any different from hell?"

This was the first time Theodore had heard Thea's vulnerability. On this long street, which was like a living hell, Theodore showed no fear and carefully wrapped the girl in a thick cloak, along with the large patches of blood on her body.

"Don't worry, it's all over."

Theodore was in excruciating pain; no one could understand how heartbroken he was when he saw the long street paved with blood and that swaying figure.

His grief was so overwhelming that he instantly forgot the anxiety he had been feeling these past few days.

For the first time, the boy, who had never traveled far alone, boldly and cautiously but eagerly embarked on the unknown road ahead. All he had to rely on, besides a magic wand, was a vague guess.

Am I overthinking this?

In the quiet of the night, Theodore inevitably had this question.

Thea is so powerful, does she really need me?

What qualities make me worthy of being her backup option?

Self-doubt followed, but no matter what he thought, he continued on his path forward.

Perhaps... perhaps my guess is true?

A humble flower slowly blooms in my heart.

He finally felt relieved when he met Thea, but before he could even feel relieved, even greater pressure fell on him.

He wanted to expose the Death Eaters who had "absent from their posts" to Voldemort.

This is a path to heaven, but also a path for a loyal minister.

He didn't want to turn down this opportunity to advance his career.

He and Thea agreed on a time.

But there's one thing I don't understand: why did he only bring his men and his troops to the scene when he was desperate and ready to fight back?

Theodore recalled Thea's gentle smile in his mind.

"Because I'm the one standing on the opposite side, you don't need to get involved in this mess..."

Her reasons were like surgical scalpels, precisely cutting out her interests into every word, but all he saw was her smile.

Looking back now, he really wanted to strangle Theodore, who had been so easily defeated by her smile.

What does it mean to prioritize the overall situation?

What is the trade-off?

What does it mean to prevent others from having the blood of traitors on their hands?

It's all utter bullshit!!!

Those are all just excuses she used to fool people!

She always acted this way, simply smiling, her eyelashes slightly lowered, and uttering a seemingly righteous excuse that no one could discern as genuine.

Yet, despite being a liar, he still loved her.

In this unrequited love that he knew was almost certainly doomed to fail, he was the only loser.

"Let's go, we should go home."

Those who travel far from home will always return.

Theodore softened his tone to the gentlest, as if comforting a wronged child, "I'll take you home, okay?"

not good.

Thea remained silent in her rebuttal.

Because I have no home.

In Malfoy Manor, she was a relative; in Black Manor, she was a thief; in Hogwarts, she was a traitor; and in Riddle Manor, she was an experiment.

The world is vast, but she has no home.

Ultimately, exhaustion thwarted Thea's clarity of mind.

She drifted off to sleep with a sense of world-weariness and a tendency to drift along with the tide.

Perhaps only there will she have a home.